Come Back to Me novel Chapter 59

"God, I feel like someone just stapled my eye lids shut and decided to fuck me in the face because they thought it was my vagina."

Anton frowned, "What does that even mean?"

"It means I'm crying, my head hurts and my heart feels like it's broken." I pouted.

Anton's face fell sympathetically as he pulled his sleeve over his hand and dried my tears, his eyes were sad.

"You're going to ruin your suit." I mumbled, sniffing as he led me towards a living room, and sat me down on the couch.

He glanced at his makeup covered tuxedo sleeve and shrugged, "I really don't give a damn."

I buried my head in my hands, I know Sinister loves me, but it still hurt to see him happy with someone else, especially when that someone else looks like every guys fantasy. It really hurt my heart.

"Don't cry, beautiful child." Anton said, patting me on the back.

"Don't pat me, that's weird as fuck." I pouted.

His green eyes softened, "What would you like me to do?"

I grabbed his arm and threw it over my shoulder, leaning into him. I needed some sort of comfort, Afanas wasn't here, and Sebastian was being an asshole.

He squeezed my tiny body close to him, "You should not be sad, love. Beauty is only skin deep. If someone is attracted to you merely because you have an attractive face and a good body...they won't be by your side forever. But the people who can see how beautiful you heart is, will never leave you. You have a beautiful heart, child."

"How do you know that? We only just met. You don't know anything about me." I frowned, looking at his bright green eyes as they shone.

He laughed lightly, "I know a lot about you, love. I know you were kidnapped off the streets, and taken by the Russian Mafia. I know all of the tragedy and heartbreak you have overcome, I know you somehow stood tall through all of that, and became not only the second in command of the Russian Mafia, but also the bosses wife. And you want to know what else I know?"

"What?" I whispered.

"I know that only someone with a beautiful heart, could make the worlds most ruthless man fall in love."

Oh. Wow, that was deep.

"I know something else too."

I was honestly scared to hear the answer, but I nodded for him to continue.

"I know you are far more attractive than Hayden is. She's an airhead, who has zero sense of humor, and can't shoot a gun if her life depended on it."

Yes Calla, go Calla. If a handsome prince said it, then it must be true.

"Thank you, your majesty, sir, my lord--"

"This isn't Star Wars, or Game of Thrones. You don't have to call me 'My Lord'. Just call me Anton."

Oh thank GOD he understood my reference.

"Okay...Anton. Thank you for your kind words, but I still feel like shit."

He chuckled, patting me on the head like a puppy.

"Then what do you want to do about it? Do you want to just sit here and feel like garbage while Mr. Velkov has a great night dancing with an imbecile? Or do you want to make him jealous?"

"Oh door number two please." I smiled, Anton wiped off the last of my tears, hopping up and extending me his hand.

"Shall we?"

I grabbed his hand, "Yes, my lord."

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